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So you motherfuckers
I was gonna change my
So what are you saying

To all you bitches, hoes, and all that
Here's another rap I'm ready to spit
It goes like this, my is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up like before

Pimp slaps, snaps
Cold cash money and Too raps
Oakland, California where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want

But if you do, I'm gonna you this
Trues and vogues ain't really
Wanna roll so hard, all of the
You and that bitch Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, say it's about that money
But if you ask me, you have some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Ronald Reagan up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the White
If not sellin' cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know spit that game
Like one night, she to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, it was corn on the cob

What is Life is Too $hort
I the bitches like it's a sport
Yeah, play the bitches just like y'all
Like Dr. J basketball

You can call me Too, say it twice
get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,

It started on a bright in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen
bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
You not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true

So death in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna live till week?
Will I get shot by a dope
to get high, tryin' to steal my ring

I really say, 'cause I don't know why
out here droppin' dead like flies
I used to see a home boy givin'
Now I say, "Man, still alive?"

Cold as hell, the town I'm
last too long when you're fakin' the funk
I'm the rapper, so unique
my hand when I want my freak

You can't deny it, you know I'm
I any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I won't back, or relax
Till he I'm the best at the MC rap

he knows Too $hort, set the track
They got him caught up in my cap
can't spit straight game on the mic
'Cause he's worse a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a sucker MC, I him punk
Tryin' to that rap, you can scratch that junk
You punk-ass boy, wouldn't listen to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm all you sucker MC's
To the end of the and push you over
Good couldn't find you in a four leaf clover

If I said a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't even it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you fall down
clowned by the hound from east Oaktown

And the look in your face when you're that tooth
make a grown man die, laughin' at you
'Cause you're a, no rappin', no
Played out fake ass Simon

I understood one word you said
But swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em dead
There's one thing, I wanted to know
motherfucker, where's the joke?

I'm the player of players, call me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I don't
I just stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see what

Your mind is gone, your crew cut
MC I'll tell you what
Your rhymes are weak, rap the same
And it comes to game, you are lame

Never heard of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in
mo' raps than a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's don't my time

a girl I know her name is Betty
Straight to the head rock it steady
She's so she'll juice you up
All the home boys just can't get

She's a Ph.D., don't even
In the like that goin', top, top, top
I say white girl, won't say she's black
She's the kind of girl make your knees go crack

the beat, rock with me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
It's not gonna stop till the end of
rock and roll I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all night

So liten up, to what I'm
I'm a Oaktown mack, I ain't playin'
To all the home boys doin' in the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you again

If you can't get out and mad as hell
Say bitch, now it sound for real
I'ma tear up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if hole don't dance
See I'm a big now, I'm so great
I was and raised in the Golden State

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off till you me some more
Big bank, now just make me
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

Check out my style, baby I quit
I heard this say, "That's the shit"
He the cake, fucked the rake
Too $hort baby sure ain't fake

But the sucker are screamin' loud
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut your
How can you talk about me, and call me
When your father coke and you mother's a freak

So I keep on rappin', if else
Keep your jealous to yourself
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC
Ain't sayin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck me, and boy you're doomed
I send a trick a hoe to the motel room

'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a
Like a 357 pointed at dome
I got cap for cap, you never
So fresh with cusswords

shit, fuckin' with me
Fuck a skank and a sucker MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you punk 'cause you can't rap

Cusswords, just let 'em
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, don't quit
Motherfuck you shithead bitch

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't
And it don't stop, and it won't stop,
Check out my